#corvusi

[carefreemonk]

[ SQUIRM ] "If I turn your limbs into jelly," Henry taps his chin, "do you think it'll make you really good at this game?"

Strange. Azama had not expected chills at such an innocent-sounding suggestion. Was this payback for shooing away Mr. Meow Meow?

... Hm. No.

The lad's cheerful and bright, and clearly possessed of an inquisitive spirit where theory is concerned. As a professor, would Azama not be remiss in losing the chance to encourage such wonder?

"Ha ha ha~! Asking the important questions this fine evening, I see. Hum... It would make you really good, or really bad, I suspect."

Azama taps his own chin where he sits, pensive. He beams at Henry. "Shall we find out?"

[verseandrhyme]

[ SQUIRM ] "Mitama, look!" Laughter, as Henry points at the board of colors. "I made it so that it only lands on red. Do you wanna watch them struggle with me?" He breaks into a bout of giggling. "I promise it'll be fun!"

How in the world...Mitama stares blankly at the pair in the distance. It truly did seem as though they were only able to roll red in their game. Which was fine, initially, when all it involved was taking a step, but...

"They are going to give up very quickly once they realize how impossible it will be to claim all the spots without coordinating." Already they seemed to be losing steam at their attempts.

Still, Mitama stands besides Henry and continues to watch for another quiet, thoughtful moment.

"You should make it so every once in a while it rolls a single blue, just to keep them on their toes."

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[fellsparks]

corvusi asked: [ CRIMEA ] A blur sweeps in as the music picks up, grabbing Nel by her hand. "Heya Professor!" he chirps, spinning them onto the main floor. He grins. "A dance?"

The human-sized hurricane that Nel's come to know as 'Henry' catches her off-guard by tugging her hand along, quick reflexes the only thing keeping her from falling face-first onto the dancefloor. A pivot of her ankle has her free hand coming to rest against his shoulder as she stifles a yelp. When her vision catches up to their movements, though, she blinks down at him. "I believe you gave me no choice in the matter," Nel huffs, albeit playfully. "If you had, however: my answer would have been yes regardless." It takes only a second for her to shift into a better stance, more easily able to able to keep in step with both his and the music's tempo-- a challenge, certainly, but thankfully there's been someone close to heart who's taught her plenty. "I trust you hold more proficiency with dancing than you do lances, no?" @corvusi

[willowitxh]

[ SPILL ] Henry ran into a stray elbow ("Oops—!"), and the water flew everywhere. He spun around sharply, gaze pivoting over to the other as droplets dribbled from his sleeves onto the ground — and just as he was about to offer to dry them with the power of the moon again, he froze.

...Her legs were transparent. And red. But mostly transparent, which he blinked at. Wonder gurgled in the back of his throat as he giggled. "How'd you do that?" A point at her legs. "That's... the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

He rustled in his pouch, holding out an orchid — sleeve still pouring onto the ground. "If you... tell me your secret, I'll give ya a flower in return!"

This one. This one stood out to her, a memory of summoning him for her army. The lich pursed her lips when he spilled water over her and she stepped back. Supposedly he caught a glimpse of her legs and she was certainly quick to readjust her dress to hid them again. It was only her slight familiarity with Henry that made the question not a surprise.

There was some discomfort at his question and praise, even more so when he offered her an orchid for her "secret." A snap of her fingers and a quick wisp of a wind spell was enough to dry clothes... and Thrasir reached out and gently took the orchid, gently touching it's delicate petals...

"I died," she replied softly. "I died and was amalgamated by a death god."

Gods, what was she even doing here...?!? She was dead. Sentiment was worthless.

You're human. Sighing, Thrasir offered a rose to Henry in return. "Here, for the trouble of having to listen to a non-interesting explanation."

[ulirblood]

[ SEQUESTER ] "Look what I found!"

He holds up something in his hand as he runs up to Professor Edain — it's a padlock, which had been clearly cut by something. Laughter, as he spins it around on his finger. "Where do you think this came from?"

edain spits out the champagne she was in the middle of drinking. she does cough and clear her throat after forcing it down. "henry!" she almost screeches but not quite. "where did you get that!? i— put it back!" crusaders above please forgive him if he didn't just find it! if he was the one that cut the lock....!

she wants to cry. just a little.

[fujins-favored]

[ PHOTO-ARTIFEX ] "Say gouda cheeeeeeese!" A flash, a pause, and he sets the artifex down. Blinks. "...Maybe you're not the right guy to say that to, huh?"

So Henry did exist outside of that terrible pizza parlor—and he happened to be in the ball, handling the photo-artifex of all things. Wonders never cease.

Takumi sighed. "Don't remind me. I think that guy showed up in my nightmares for a couple weeks afterwards. Better to focus on nicer things, like the ball. Speaking of which—"

He went up to Henry, plucking a rose from his bouquet to exchange for the photograph. "Here, take one. I've got plenty."

[nyxanthemums]

[ CHOCOLATE ] "Oh." He blinks as he looks at the box in his hands. "It's half-empty."

Uh, no matter! Henry puts the lid back on, and with a grin wide on his face, he shakes the box. The chocolates rattle before they go silent, and when he opens it back up—

Orchids explode out of the box, spilling over his hands as he laughs. "Want a chocolate? They'll be somewhere under all," a gesture with his head, "that!"

Nyx was used to people’s first impressions of her being favorable due to her youthful appearance, but this is the third person tonight to try to feed her. Though, this time, she doesn’t seem as bothered as she usually is by strangers approaching her. 

Ah, youth. How spirited they can be.

“If you are seeking a future as a street performer, you should seek no further. You are quite the natural at making a fool of yourself.”

Despite her words, Nyx’s tone lacks any semblance of malice or annoyance, but rather, it manifests in a more endearing cadence.

She takes an orchid from her own bouquet, and exchanges it with one of them in the box, “I am quite full today, but I thank you. I am satisfied with this," she holds up the orchid. "I only worry that the stem may be smothered in chocolate.“

[dcggersedge]

[ MORFISIAN ] "Professor!" A dance, a twirl, and he slides himself in front of Yunaka with his palms alight. "Probably safe, somewhat harmless, really cool fire! Can I set you alight with it? Won't hurt ya!" Pause. "...Likely!"

"Woah!" Yunaka's first thought (and presumably the first thought of anybody suddenly seeing fire where there's not supposed to be any) is to swat at the flames to try and extinguish them. The only thing that stops her is the way the first spins and darts out of her path, almost like it's alive. It's then she realizes that Henry is the source of the fire, with the hearts of it flickering in the palms of his hands. She lets out a relieved sigh. "Talk about a jumpscare..."

Though she's not sure how harmless it really is when he talks about setting her alight.

"I kinda like my current level of lightness, if it's all the same to you." Nervous laughter is mirrored in a nervous glance around the room to see how many people might be looking their way. "I don't wanna take away attention from how other people sparkle by being too dazzling. For example..." Look at his outfit! The little feathers, the chains...oh, he's just so cute. "You look great! Oh, one second."

She slips an orchid right out of her bouquet before stepping closer to him. A duck and dodge of the fire here and there before she's reaching out and carefully fastening the flower as best as she can through the little hole where the chain connects to fabric on his coat. When she's satisfied it won't fall off right away, she hops back with a little flourish. "Tada! I'd say you're plenty alight and dazzling now."

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